"It's nothing." Gu Zichen gave no explanation.
Qiao Xiguan watched him.
She watched as he went straight to the outer balcony and then took out a cigarette, silently beginning to smoke.
Smoke wafted through the air.
It was already pitch dark outside.
It looked like there was a storm brewing, the oppressive sky causing unease.
Gu Zichen just stood there in the distance, with his back turned towards her from afar.
Qiao Xiguan looked at his silhouette, and in the suffocating quiet of the space, she suddenly spoke, "Is it Yin Xiang's death that's making you feel so guilty?"
Gu Zichen's body seemed to stiffen for a second, and after a second, he took a deep drag of his cigarette, though he did not turn around, he slightly nodded.
He felt a deep guilt.
